You arrive at every room like it's a surprise party. Joy is the shortest distance between two hearts.
Three quiet signals. None of them about breed. All of them about the way they hold a room.
And it is speaking right now. About you. About the delivery person. About the slight breeze that just moved the curtain.
Every person they meet is a person they are about to love. The policy is: yes.
The front door is the best thing that happens in a day. Every time. For fifteen years.